More importantly, these seven days in May showed the Liberals don’t mean well. They hunted down a homosexual for his text messages. They hunted down a heterosexual for his spectral whores. The found a whore and paid her sixty thousand dollars to drive a customer, if she could, to suicide. They told the customer to quit parliament or they’d continue to shriek at him that he’s a thief of union money and a filthy person. They said they felt sorry for him but he had to go. If he didn’t go he had to disfranchise his electors by not voting in the House, on anything.
They said the lower orders couldn’t be trusted to spend money on their kids and it was best they didn’t get any. They said the disabled were all very well in their way but they wouldn’t guarantee they’d spend any money on them. They learned that Gina Rinehart makes two million dollars an hour and said by their silence that she deserved it, unlike the disabled, who didn’t. Though three weeks of Gina’s pay was a billion dollars the disabled couldn’t have any of it. The nation couldn’t afford it.
They said Gina should get more money and pay less carbon tax and tens of thousands of breadwinning public servants should be sacked to give her more money. They said there was no better use her money could be put to than her wars with her weight and her children and the Fairfax board which doesn’t like her.
They called Bob Carr’s saving of the life of Schapelle Corby ‘tricky’. They called the atmosphere of parliament after a popular surplus Budget ‘toxic’. They called for an election sixteen months early, as they did in 1975.
They’re a pretty nasty bunch. They have no policies much of their own except gouging eighty million out of the money we currently get and spend.
And Murdoch, a man unfit to run an international company according to the Mother of Parliaments reckons their election is inevitable. They lost six hundred thousand votes in a month and there are fifteen months to go and they’re bound to win. Bound to win.